Done with ‘App’ Picking!
Nasnin Sulfath Nasser
My pale pointed fingers rapping through a set of keys
Towards a nonexistent ‘monitor’ world
I gather my splintered self to fit the screen-
-before the camera would betray my fallen shreds.
I hide behind a lettered icon-
-and seek an array of entrances
Waiting to ‘admit’ the many coloured world
And form small snippets of distant universes.
My eyes nomad from one box to another
In search of a sound, a sight, a nod, at least a sigh.
Together we stu-tter, sta-mmer and ‘break’ into monosyllables
And ‘admit’ the void in our barrels
Not being able to pick each other enough.
Saturated at points, we still slither through the times
Magnified hesitance appearing and disappearing
Each one waits for the other
To pick or not to pick
Or to be left out, until it’s time to ‘leave’.
We meet at such spaces
Done with app picking!